“The smell of corpses, distinctly perceptible under those of grass and humus mingled, I do not find unpleasant, a trifle on the sweet side perhaps, a trifle heady, but how infinitely preferable to what the living emit.”
In a graveyard I have been, a body I have seen.
From the sharp moon I have dreamed, that body was me.
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment